am i a sad excuse for a human being; or 'what the!'
ok. so i'm sitting here at home. i could be, should be, out enjoying the rainy day - and participating in the "festival of ideas".
instead, i'm still here. my housemate is trying to figure out whether "singles 2" is really worth playing, and his brother has just arrived with a few carload of hismoronic jehovah friends to play in his "entertainment room" in back of shed.
washing is still happening, so i can't go until i can hang that out (inside, of course, coz it rains outside).
with job ending, and lack of certainty about what's going to happen next in the great adventure that is my life, am feeling a bit blah.
on the up side, i have a work dinner to attend tonight - so i just have to figure out where and when (yes, i've lost the details) [yes, i'm an idiot]
instead, i'm still here. my housemate is trying to figure out whether "singles 2" is really worth playing, and his brother has just arrived with a few carload of his
washing is still happening, so i can't go until i can hang that out (inside, of course, coz it rains outside).
with job ending, and lack of certainty about what's going to happen next in the great adventure that is my life, am feeling a bit blah.
on the up side, i have a work dinner to attend tonight - so i just have to figure out where and when (yes, i've lost the details) [yes, i'm an idiot]